Sturmes und iywoles
Und pastsand, soch an prizan vorvormit: blüi wulken, ans Simpsons greümetes... und, é me wä ax t'anvülin në, me vista t'auntts iywol ete yura: an Zitron (maskul, natürlauk).
My goodness, that was some storm we had last night. I was woken at half past midnight by an almighty crash -- I thought the house had been hit by lightning, but fortunately it was just the wheelie bin taking a tumble. I'll have to fit my bin with a silencer.
And in the aftermath, what a glorious morning. Blue skies, a few Simpsons clouds... and, on my brief external stroll, I saw the first butterfly of the year: a brimstone (a male, of course).